Chapter 111

"Probably." Wang Yuyan nodded lightly, then asked, "Azhu, Abi, do you recognize whose boat that is?"

The two girls exchanged a glance and shook their heads in unison: "Cousin, we're too far away to make out clearly."

Only Huang Rong remained silent, her eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

Through the Kunji Seal, she already knew who was on the painted pleasure boat.

It was her greatest rival!

"Hmph, I won't lose to you." Her pale little hand clenched tightly, the girl's competitive spirit surging.

…

Jiang Sishui was using "Treading Moon, Leaving Fragrance," a Lightness Skill that, though less agile and variable than "Stepping on Waves," excelled in movement over water.

Jiang Sishui moved like a rain-swift, gliding low over the water's surface, speed like a flying arrow, heading straight for the painted pleasure boat.

The people on the painted pleasure boat had just noticed him.

Facing this unexpected guest, the guards on the boat all gripped their weapons, alert and wary.

Yet none shouted out.

Because from the visitor's Lightness Skill alone, he was clearly a top-tier expert; before his intentions were clear, shouting at him would easily provoke him and invite unnecessary trouble and conflict.

After all, most martial artists valued face, and the higher one's cultivation, the stranger their temperaments became—they could not tolerate provocation—so observing quietly was the best choice.

As the distance closed, Jiang Sishui finally saw the figure standing at the bow.

"It's her!"

Jiang Sishui's eyes flashed brightly, his heart surging with emotion.

His pace quickened further; he arrived at the boat's side, leapt up, and landed nimbly before her.

"It's you!"

As soon as Jiang Sishui appeared, without hesitation, he seized both of her slender forearms, his eyes locked firmly on her.

As for the others on the boat, he ignored them entirely, as if they didn't exist.

No wonder he was so agitated—before him stood this delicate, beautiful white-robed girl: Bai Feifei!

The first woman of his two lives!

Jiang Sishui would never forget that night of chaotic passion, warm madness.

Yet after leaving an indelible mark on his heart, this woman vanished without a trace, leaving Jiang Sishui alone in longing, unsure when they might meet again.

Now, seeing this person he had longed for so deeply, how could he not be overwhelmed?

Jiang Sishui looked at Bai Feifei; Bai Feifei looked at Jiang Sishui.

Originally, when she planned to offer herself to Jiang Sishui, Bai Feifei felt no affection for him—only calculations of interest and advantage.

But she was not made of stone; how could she remain unmoved toward the first—and likely only—man in her life?

That night's ultimate intimacy was not forgotten by Jiang Sishui alone—it was etched just as deeply into her memory.

Each time she recalled it, her face flushed hot with shame and embarrassment.

Unconsciously, her feelings for Jiang Sishui had grown like fine wine, becoming richer with time.

In her original plan, she intended to keep Jiang Sishui dangling for a while, making him think of her day and night, never forgetting her.

But the appearance of the Classic of the Plain Girl changed her mind.

So she came.

She waited for Jiang Sishui at Taihu, deliberately creating this "chance encounter."

Yet even with all her schemes for Jiang Sishui, at this moment of meeting, seeing the unhidden excitement, passion, tenderness, affection, and longing in his eyes, her heart trembled.

Waves of tenderness rose within her; Bai Feifei gave him a genuine, sweet smile: "It's me. You've come."

Hearing the girl's sweet voice, Jiang Sishui broke into a blissful smile, pulling her into his arms and burying his face in her long black hair.

His strong arms held her tightly; the scent of the girl filled his nostrils. Jiang Sishui drew a deep breath and whispered softly against her ear, like a dream: —

"This time, I'm holding you tight—you won't get away again."

Bai Feifei's body trembled, and she reached out to embrace him.

123 Little Spice Jin Jin Lingzhi, this girl is really something.

"Eunuch Wei Wei Wei, you're way too rude! You don't even respect this Young Lady!"

An untimely voice broke the warm, intimate atmosphere between them.

Jiang Sishui loosened his hold slightly on Bai Feifei and turned to see a girl in a pink silk robe glaring at him.

Though the girl's features were also elegant and beautiful, they fell short of Bai Feifei's.

But she carried the haughty air of a wealthy young lady, combined with her pursed lips, clenched teeth, slightly narrowed eyes, and a defiant gaze tinged with three parts vulnerability…

All these traits together gave her a unique charm.

At this moment, Jiang Sishui thought of Zhao Mengjiao.

Not because they were alike, but because they were utterly different.

Both were spoiled, willful young ladies, but Zhao Mengjiao filled him with annoyance.

Yet this pink-robed girl made Jiang Sishui, at a single glance, feel a sudden urge to conquer her.

Put simply—he wanted to take her to bed, rough her up, then hold her close and cherish her gently.

This aura was too intoxicating!

And yet it blended wildness with fragility, fusing several distinct styles into one unique, unrivaled beauty.

Combined with her appearance, Jiang Sishui had already guessed her identity.

Still, he asked: "You are…"

The pink-robed girl sniffed: "You don't even know who I am? You board my boat without greeting me, ignore me completely, and just dote on someone else—holding my own good sister! You're way too much!"

Jiang Sishui was scolded in one breath; he thought it over, and found he couldn't refute her—he felt embarrassed.

At that moment, Bai Feifei went over and grabbed the pink-clad girl's arm, and the two leaned together affectionately.

The former introduced to Jiang Sishui: "Her name is Jin Lingzhi, the youngest granddaughter of Old Lady Jin of Wanfu Wan Shouyuan."

Wanfu Wan Shouyuan, Jin Lingzhi!

It really was her!

Jiang Sishui confirmed his guess.

But that Jin Lingzhi was actually good sisters with Bai Feifei — this was quite beyond his expectations.

Of course, having run into such things many times, it was nothing strange, and he accepted the fact very quickly.

"So it's Miss Jin. I was rude just now — let me offer you my apologies." Jiang Sishui nodded to her in greeting.

Jin Lingzhi, however, did not appreciate it. Her gaze swept over Jiang Sishui once, and she mocked: "One sentence and that's it? This old aunt isn't so easy to dismiss."

Jiang Sishui raised an eyebrow.

Just now she was still calling herself 'this young lady,' and now she's taken to calling herself 'old aunt' — this little chili pepper really is hot enough.

His interest was piqued, and he retorted: "Then what do you want?"

Without a word, Jin Lingzhi drew her sword straight from its sheath, the tip pointing directly at Jiang Sishui.

"Less nonsense! Let this old aunt see just how capable you are, that you actually caught Sister Feifei's eye!"

So saying, she thrust her sword forward in a swift stab.

Jin Lingzhi was using the Emei Sect's "Willow Catkin Sword Technique." When she executed it, the sword-light was dense and unbroken — like drawing silk, like spinning a cocoon, like the long river's waters, surging on without end.

But in Jiang Sishui's view, though this sword technique's moves were wondrous, it was really just so-so — not even a divine art.

With his current cultivation, he could reach out and snatch her weapon away in an instant.

However, he did not do so, and instead responded solely by dodging with his movement technique.

Jin Lingzhi was nearly through an entire set of sword techniques, yet had not even touched the hem of his clothes. Growing anxious, her sword speed increased by several degrees.

Jiang Sishui, however, shifted his feet and, using "Lingbo Weibu," flashed behind her. But then came a sharp "Slap!" and he was back where he had been.

Jin Lingzhi's movements, however, froze. She stood stunned for a full two breaths before she came back to her senses.

Disbelief shone in her eyes — she had never imagined that she, a woman, would actually get her bottom smacked by a man!

That trembling sensation left her torn between shame and fury, her pretty face flooding with blood, her beautiful eyes shooting fire.

"You bastard! How dare you tease this old aunt — this old aunt will kill you!"

Before the words were finished, she thrust her sword forward to attack again.

Unfortunately, though her sword technique had grown fiercer and more vicious, in her rage she had already lost all structure and form.

Jiang Sishui dodged easily, then in one move seized her wrist. With a pull and a tug of his right hand, he drew Jin Lingzhi into his embrace.

Their bodies touched, and Jin Lingzhi grew even more ashamed and annoyed. Without thinking, she threw a high kick backward at Jiang Sishui behind her.

But unexpectedly, that kick of hers also sent her own full, rounded thigh right into the "demon's claw."